Zhang Zhenhua scrunched up his face, driven by his body's primal craving for concentrated protein, urging him to eat more. Yet, whenever his tongue touched the velvety exteriors, he shivered abruptly, chuckling bitterly, "Delicious, it is. But every time I bite into one, I feel like I'm crushing an insect specimen with the first bite."
While a few of them enjoyed the grilled cicada pupae with delight, the grilled pig eyes had just been roasted again!
The person who earlier complained about Qin Xiufen buying too much crowded next to the food cart, "Boss, this isn't right! If this keeps up, when can those of us in the back get a turn to eat?"
"Distribute based on headcount! A maximum of ten skewers per person!"
Chen Mo couldn't help but laugh, realizing that the concept of a purchasing limit wasn't limited by region; as long as there were enough people left without, someone would inevitably figure out a solution.
